SUNDAY

5am:

Gosh!!! It’s a Sunday. I was not feeling to get up from bed.

“What sir? Not going for the morning walk?” my Xanthippe asked.

“Its Sunday honey”. I turned to the other side of the bed without opening my eyes.

“So? Get up, get up…” She’s not going to leave me.” Did you forget your Cholesterol level?” She started the lecture with LDL,VLDL,LBW so many abbreviations which went over my head. It is better to get up now. One thing is there, I always liked the walk in the early morning. The coolness in the atmosphere, the fresh air, the birds and a lot of time to think without any intervention from my Xanthippe, Boss or clients.

6am:

Back to home .Hmmm today I can sit and relax and read the newspaper thoroughly. There is a lot to read today, including Sunday supplement.

“Sweetheart tea please”. Just shouted over to the kitchen. Newspaper with a hot cup of tea. That’s the combination.

I was flipping through the pages of newspaper , suddenly a cup appeared between my face and the paper. I got really scared.” What the …?”

“Don’t think its Sunday and you can sit and read newspaper till evening. You have to wash the car.” Its order from the top. I just smiled and gave a flying kiss. Yeah , have to wash the car. Anyway Monday morning I always have no time for anything. I will be so busy I won’t be having time to wash the car. I was washing the car humming one old film song, My neighbor came near the compound wall and wished me good morning, gave an ugly smile and went inside his house. What? Whats wrong with him? Oh !! Shucks!! forgot to give him back the emergency lamp. It was lying there for almost a month. I borrowed it from him when the power went off at our house and emergency lamp stopped working. My Xanthippe had been asking me to return it from the next day onwards. Its lucky that she didn’t see that smile or it would have been another class on promptness.

6.30am:

Whoa!! Car wash over. Now I can sit with the newspaper. Its a quiet interesting story on a politician taking bribe. I almost sank into that , “ Honey are you still sitting with the newspaper? The whole day is there for that. Before power goes off press your clothes. Weeks clothes are lying there.” Ok, Ok its ironing time. Let me play some music. It always eases the work.

Bob Dylan started singing,”Buffalo Soldier, In the heart of America….”. The memories took me to good ol’ college days. Micheal used to sing this song whenever we used had booze parties. He was a professional singer and his voice and his guitar always took us to a higher level of ecstasy. He will sing songs to the girls playing guitar and ask for a treat. By the way where is that bugger? Sometime back someone told he took up marketing carrier and was working with some bank. Miss you buddy.

7am:

“Work overrr…”.

“Good. Could you please go to the market and get the vegetables . Am having a bad headache”. I just stared at her.

“What do you think of me? The Genie out of the little old lamp to give the next job when one job is finished?”. The question almost came to my mouth, I swallowed it along with the bitter guard juice. Both bitter to the core, the question and the juice.

9am:

“Breakfast ready”. Whiteoats .Shucks…….cholestrol,uric acid, fat, lipids, darn it.

10am:

India Vs. South Africa One Day Cricket match. Sachin was at his best. India 10 overs and 85 runs. It was the last ball of the over from Kallis. Sachin stepped out of the crease; power went off. “Fag you astronauts”. I am sure the EB people had not heard what I was yelling. But I have to vent out my frustration.

11am :

The book had been lying there for quite a long time. The power issue is blessing in disguise. Today I can finish it. Was deeply immersed in the book when I heard loud thug in the front door. It was a bunch of relatives. They were planning to go to some temples. Thought they will pick us also on the way. Since it was a last minute program couldn’t inform us in prior. My xanthippe looked at me with a pleading eyes. I picked up the cue. Ok then lets have some spiritual time.

10pm:

It was almost 9-30pm when we returned from temple visit. Had been to several temples. On my table the book was lying half open, the newspaper folded and kept, the flash news in the News channel announced a huge victory by Indian team with Sachin scoring 150 runs. That’s fine, I’ll spend the next Sunday only for me. Fully dedicated for reading and TV. Let me hit the bed now. My Xanthippe said,” I was longing for something like this. Going to those temples. Thanks a lot.” She gave a big hug and a kiss. Hmm.. after all,the day was not that much a waste.